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chemistink · 2 years ago

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I Know More Than You Do

A Takeshin for @foulpetsmusicfriend for @initialdsecretsanta

I'm sorry it's so late but here is some adorable meme fluff with these two. They're gross boyfriends. I love them. hope you do too.

“I need a what?” Shingo stepped away from the front fender of his hatch, hip hurting from the way he’s been leaning against it for over an hour now, listening to the way Takeshi has been rattling on and on about fuses and different amperages. Once, in a past that feels like another lifetime ago despite the short amount of time that has passed, he might have rolled his eyes at Takeshi and told him to get away from his car. He might have even made a dig at him, at his R32, at his Silvia from before. At his technique that he tries to perfect and is still shaky to handle. Once, not so long ago, he might have been a lot meaner than he is now as he leans against the roof of the car, watching Takeshi press the little rubber buttons on the scanner that he has plugged into the EK’s OBD port.

“It’s a power relay. Accessory relay, really.” Takeshi doesn’t look up from the scanner in his hand as he continues to press through menus. “I can clear the code but in reality, you’re better off replacing it now before you have to keep doing this.” Shingo wants to lean in, wants to ask Takeshi what the hell he means. Shingo really wants to kneel next to the driver side seat and put his knees into the concrete to get himself at a better level to talk to Takeshi during this. But he is still trying to keep some decorum of rivalry between them before the rest of the team becomes aware that Shingo hasn’t been pushing Takeshi’s buttons for a reason.

All of that aside, it doesn’t stop the way Takeshi sits up in the seat and leans further over to allow Shingo the perfect angle to see what he’s working on. It’s perfectly aligned to allow Takeshi’s head to rest against Shingo’s arm, if he wants. And Shingo doesn’t even have to lean any further into the car for a firm press of his knee against Takeshi’s thigh. It’s the perfect excuses. No one would bat an eye. No one would even notice, if there was anyone around to even care. Not when Shingo’s car is parked at Takeshi’s apartment complex and hidden behind the large body of the R32. Not when it’s barely light outside and the overhead light of the EG have to illuminate the small scanner that sits in Takeshi’s hand.

“Alright but what the hell does that mean, Nakazato?” Hidden away in the corner or not, Shingo knows better than to allow it sound like he’s affected by Takeshi’s presence. He’s here purely for his car, not because he’s here the morning after. That’s all. If he tells himself that enough, he wonders if the people around him will believe it too. Takeshi’s thigh bumps his knee and presses firm. “It means you’re going to have to head to the parts store and get a new relay.” He looks up through the thick black fringe that has fallen over his eyes. “Or do you need someone to hold your hand?”

The mock is far too gentle, and Shing is glad the parking lot is extremely empty at this point. He had taunted Takeshi, sure, started this whole thing, but it wasn’t like he meant for it to turn into anything. “Shut up, Takeshi,” he says under his breath as he nudges the thigh back. The dark is enough that the heat in his cheeks isn’t noticeable and he keeps his head tucked down to watch Takeshi work.

“I’ll go with you anyway, I need to look at getting a few things for the R just in case. Races are coming up and i don’t want to end up having to chase down something as simple as a tune up when I need to get to work later on.” Takeshi finishes whatever he’s doing and Shingo watches him lean down to unplug the scanner in his hand from the port and press the little piece of trim back into place. “And someone has to make sure you get the right part.”

“Shut up, Takeshi.”

The drive to the parts store is rather quiet, despite the fact hat Takeshi insists on having the radio playing when the R32 starts. He’s tried to convince Takeshi there isn’t any reason they need to have emo karaoke every time they have to drive somewhere but it’s never a firm thing. He always mentions it but he doesn’t stop Takeshi from turning it on each time. And most drives, he has to press his hand over his mouth to hide the fact that he’s also quietly singing along under his breath.

“It’s a ten minute drive.” He says when they get into the R32, Shingo giving Takeshi a sneer and a mocking seat belt mouthed as he sees the way Takeshi glares at him, waiting to hear the click of the belt into the buckle before he’ll even press the emergency brake down. “We don’t need a whole concert and I don’t even need this thing.” He tugs at the seat belt as it sits across his chest.

Takeshi rolls his eyes and he doesn’t even glance over at Shingo as he shifts, backing out of his spot. “It’s a ten minute drive, Shingo. You’ll live.”

There has never been a moment in Shingo’s entire life, since the moment he got his license to drive, that he’s ever regretted driving a manual. And driving with Takeshi has never made him feel anything but safe when he feels how smooth he shifts as they make it through the city streets. He loves having a hand on the shifter and in the EG, it’s so easy for him to feel comfortable with his hands occupied.

But now he sits so often in the R32, his hands thumping against his thighs, empty and sometimes colder than he’s used to. They’re free to do whatever he wants but changing the radio station and messing with the knobs of Takeshi’s car don’t interest him the way it does when he has to ride with anyone else.

What he wants to do with his one hand, his free hand, the one that drums against his thigh incessantly, is something he would only do in the dark cabin of the car, hidden away from the world, covered by the dark tint of the R32’s windows. So he waits for the right moment when he can reach over and place his palm over the knuckles of Takeshi’s hand.

He knows Takeshi could say something. He has before, each time they’ve done this before. He’s mentioned how sweet it is that Shingo shows the tiny bit of affection, even if he does it in the secret of the car, away from prying eyes. It had been a moment, the first time, when Takeshi had teased Shingo and instead of the usual snark back, Takeshi had gotten vulnerable Shingo with a slight pout and averted eyes who didn’t want to talk about it.

They’re better now. So much better now. Takeshi accepts the little bits of affection that Shingo is able to do when they’re out like this. And Shingo has learned to give more affections than just hidden away from the world. But Takeshi is kind by not bringing it up again and Singo thanks him by sliding his fingers into Takeshi’s and giving a gentle squeeze.

Shingo manages to keep his hand there, keeping his arm relaxed, his wrist moving with each shift of movement. He lets his head fall back and rolls back and forth as he watches out of the window while they drive, a short distance turning into a calm that Shingo rarely gets.

He’s glad for the way Takeshi parks, confident to a fault. It’s the same way he gets out of the car and the way he walks into the parts store, with Shingo in tow. But the way he’s confident to a fault is hilarious to Shingo when one of the cashiers comes around the counter to greet them and Takeshi holds up a hand.

“I know more than you do.” He says it with a straight face. Without any inflection in his tone. Like he truly believes that he knows more than the man who is literally employed to help them find the things they are looking for.

And Shingo believes that is the case but he won’t ever say that to Takeshi’s face in public. So he just rolls his eyes instead, connecting with the cashier when he looks at Shingo with wide eyes and a look that asks if Takeshi was being serious.

The relay is easy enough to find. The belts for Takeshi’s R32 are easy enough to find. Getting a gasket set and some extra oil is simple and Shingo has no qualms with grabbing the stuff from Takeshi’s hands so he can carry it and contribute to the search. Especially when a second employee comes around a shelf and Takeshi holds up his hand again and explains, once more, that he knows more and Shingo waits until the man makes his way back around the other side of the shelf to smile to himself with a little bit of pride.

“That’s so unnecessary, you know.” Shingo says as he holds out his arms for the brakes that Takeshi picks up to turn over in his hands, as if he’s contemplating not getting them. “I’m sure they don’t need to know that you know more than them.”

“You would think so but I had one guy try to tell me I didn’t know what type of R I drove and I’m not making that mistake ever again.” He grabs a second box and puts them both on top of the pile that is starting to fill Shingo’s arms. “He tried to sell me headlight bulbs that weren’t meant for the R. I’m not even sure they were meant for Nissans but that’s neither here nor there.”

Shingo happily carries the pile of parts that make his arms ache to the front, a smirk on his lips when Takeshi does it again, holding up the palm of his hand for the cashier to see as he starts into a speech they all know he has rehearsed and is told he has to recite with each customer that comes through. “Sorry,” Shingo says with a big grin. “He knows more than you.”

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